（ d's door is considerably closer than hers, actually, so that's not a half-bad idea, and an appreciated invitation. she doesn't respond immediately, instead focusing on getting back to her feet and heading off in that direction.
surely, he'll be aware of it when she opens the door and steps inside. it feels strangely empty without him, the walls possessed of an uncanny sense of being both too close and limitlessly distant, and she has to resist the urge to throw a sheet or something over that foreboding painting. even forewarned, the cruel beauty makes her shiver to look at it, and she settles for making an unpleasant face at it.
the small bed is a draw, but she also doesn't want to bleed all over his sheets (she's reasonably assured he won't care, but she's also reasonably assured she will) so she ends up sitting down just inside the door with her back against the dark polished wood. that stupid picture is directly in her field of vision. inescapable.
if she ever meets mr vampire king, she is going to punch him straight in the face. possibly also several other, less polite places.
ultimately, she pulls out her phone more as a distraction than any actual desire to talk. the action of walking here will have aggravated her injuries, and she doesn't dare lift the bandages to check on them until they've had a chance to coagulate anew. ）
Made it. Can you tell when I'm here?
（ he's still the only person that's been in her room, and never alone. she is Scientifically Curious. ）
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surely, he'll be aware of it when she opens the door and steps inside. it feels strangely empty without him, the walls possessed of an uncanny sense of being both too close and limitlessly distant, and she has to resist the urge to throw a sheet or something over that foreboding painting. even forewarned, the cruel beauty makes her shiver to look at it, and she settles for making an unpleasant face at it.
the small bed is a draw, but she also doesn't want to bleed all over his sheets (she's reasonably assured he won't care, but she's also reasonably assured she will) so she ends up sitting down just inside the door with her back against the dark polished wood. that stupid picture is directly in her field of vision. inescapable.
if she ever meets mr vampire king, she is going to punch him straight in the face. possibly also several other, less polite places.
ultimately, she pulls out her phone more as a distraction than any actual desire to talk. the action of walking here will have aggravated her injuries, and she doesn't dare lift the bandages to check on them until they've had a chance to coagulate anew. ）
Made it. Can you tell when I'm here?
（ he's still the only person that's been in her room, and never alone. she is Scientifically Curious. ）